Rap can be a wild wreck like child neglect it don’t provide
Physical care but lyricals everywhere in my whip take low rides
Fake duns wanna make fun and ridicule like kids in school
But I did rule at one time hit the brakes on my car and skid cool
Like a fireman use to climb a ladder to skeet water had
A bladder disorder stop pissing plus my glock missing now mad
The stress remain like a chess game got wreck fate and my king
And bling on checkmate need a direct escape from this reality thing
Now having dense flames feel a sense of shame convinced I should
Aim for the tip top of hip hop, my devastation is known in the hood
and my vegetation has grown good so I chop weeds and rock emcees
my rap bring about peace wearing bling onroute to feast at
The Golden Coral cling to spirits, sing lyrics and release stats
Bless when I express in an emotional way make the oceans sway
Have a notion to say I’m best, grab a plate to have some steak today
Want it nice and lean with rice and beans, the cashier flash sincere breasts
In a mere dress which sliced my desire body so hot ice is required no less
Must cool down can’t fool around in here, I bet her wet body jest mass
Produce juice be fast to loose her gown and go down town it’s just a task
To let my wet lips grip her *** nip while the milk drips on quilts totally a blast